Dying Declaration

You made us forge
the arms
made us to write
the shastras
made us construct houses and temples
made us plough the fields and dig the wells
made us weave clothes
made us skin the dead cattle
made us cleanse the streets and toilets.

Then you hated me, humiliated me
enslaved me,
To destroy all the evidences of my existence
you slaughtered me
and burnt me with my shadow!

You killed me
and I continued to die!

Alas!
Rather than suffering silently
your ugly traditions,
only if I had roared
the rebellion
unto the last,
history need not write
my dying declaration
with a bleeding pen!